A woman I rented a room to passed away unexpectedly last night. She was staying with her half sister at a mobile home park in Mayport Florida. She called me the night before to come pick her up from the hospital, where she had been admitted for a tumor in her stomach. The hospital refused to remove the tumor and gave her a prescription of oxycodone instead. This morning her sister / room mate called me to inform me of her passing away, the police and coroner are there now. I should have taken her to another hospital, but she just wanted to get something to eat and go home, so I stopped by arbys and got her two roastbeef sandwiches and a large sprite, and took her to her sisters place. She had been staying at my place on the island, but couldnt deal with not having a store close by, the closest one is 15 miles away, so she moved in with her sister. Her husband died from an IED explosion in Iraq, her son died a few years later from gang violence in Texas, so she moved to Florida to be with her mother, who passed away last january from diabetic complications. I never thought that I would never look into her eyes again when I dropped her off. Her sister called me early this morning and told me she was gone. So much sadness and loss she experienced. I miss her, even though we werent romantically involved. She used to clean my house for me after I had a stroke and heart attack in 2017. Cant believe that Im still alive and she is gone. It hurts.